The Bright Sword of Changjin Lake becomes stronger

Chapter 88

When Wu Qianli heard the rewards for armor-piercing bullets and the rewards for every shot and every shot given out by the system this time, there was a hint of longing in his eyes instantly.

"Fucking annoying, if only I could take both."

Wu Qianli frowned, as he was always decisive, he was in a dilemma at this time, but suddenly a bold idea flashed through his mind.

"The system has never said to choose the task of bright sword, only one of them can be selected. Is it enough for me to win both tasks?"

While thinking about it, Wu Qianli craved the two rewards given by the system, gritted his teeth, and secretly made up his mind.

This can't be blamed on his greed, the effect of these two battlefield bonuses used together is too strong.

It is equivalent to holding a Browning machine gun casually. As long as it is within the range, no matter whether it is a tank or an aircraft, it can be used as a crispy potato, directly smashing the big killers that the US military relies on into scrap iron.

The invincible armor-piercing effect of 100% hit, even if it only works for a short time, is quite explosive.

"Company commander, the situation on the battlefield is critical, what should we do next."

Ping He looked at Wu Qianli staring blankly while his eyes were burning with burning desire, he couldn't help feeling a little abnormal, and asked worriedly.

"Tell comrades to get ready, turn around and attack the U.S. defense line first."

Wu Qianli frowned and thought for a while, a rather risky but highly profitable battle plan instantly appeared in his mind, and he ordered decisively.

"Receive all two bright sword missions!"

While pulling the cold bolt, Wu Qianli said silently to the system in his heart.

"Ding—the task has been received successfully, a warm reminder, please complete the task as soon as possible, if one of the tasks fails, the system will automatically fall into a deep sleep."

The cold system notification sound announced that the claim was successful and at the same time warned Wu Qianli of the consequences of failure, but it did not shake Wu Qianli's confidence.

In order to collapse the U.S. defense line and kill Smith's headquarters to take the opportunity to capture him alive, the main thing is to make an accurate time difference.

Wu Qianli cooperates with the soldiers of the seventh interspersed company on the periphery to storm the US defense line, which can increase the possibility of Smith sending reinforcements to help, which will inevitably make the defense of the headquarters even more empty.

At the same time that the U.S. military headquarters sent reinforcements, Wu Qianli immediately led a small number of troops to go around, rushed into Smith's headquarters, and captured him alive.

If this was placed in the previous five thousand miles, he would definitely not dare to take this risk. After all, if he made a wrong step, the entire seventh interspersed company would be wiped out.

But now that he has a small dynamic combat map, he can clearly observe the movement of US reinforcements, which gives Wu Qianli the confidence to be arrogant.

"Yu Congrong's frontal attack should have thrown the U.S. military into disarray. If we find the right opportunity and let the U.S. defense line collapse in one place, their entire line of defense will also collapse."

Wu Qianli pinched his chin and said to Ping He.

"Don't worry, even if the company commander risked my life, he would definitely open a hole for the comrades in the fire platoon and assault platoon."

Ping He understood what he could do now, fearing that the fighters would be fleeting, he immediately led some reconnaissance platoon fighters and planned to repeat the raid tactics just now.

"Come back, don't worry, now is not the best time, if you succeed with a rigid style of play, the casualties will be too great."

Wu Qianli grabbed Pinghe who was about to rush out, and shook his head at him.

"Company commander, if you have any plans, just tell me, I will listen to you."

Being held back, Ping He was taken aback for a moment, and immediately realized that his company commander must have come up with some terrible idea again.

"Arrange comrades to hold guns, spread out, shoot a few shots into the sky from time to time, and then come back to meet up. Don't get too close to the U.S. troops on the defense line, so as not to be seen as strange."

As Wu Qianli spoke, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Commander, do you want to..."

Pinghe instantly understood Wu Qianli's plan, a gleam of light appeared in his eyes, and he nodded heavily.

"boom--"

"boom--"

"Da da da... da da da..."

In the darkness, the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon fired machine guns and rifles everywhere, making intermittent gunshots, as if the battle with a small group of American troops had never stopped.

Hearing such a movement, the commander of the US defense line Wilson shook his head quite proudly, feeling that the so-called volunteer army was nothing more than that.

"What magical soldiers descended from the sky, elite aces, I thought they were really capable, and they were slowed down by my tricks."

Wilson picked up the binoculars and looked at the dark place behind the position. From time to time, gun flames and grenade explosions lit up, and Wilson misjudged that the rear was temporarily safe.

But looking at the volunteers slowly pressing forward in front of the position, and smelling the thicker and denser gunpowder smoke and ammunition smell, he couldn't laugh again for a moment.

Yu Congrong led the soldiers of the [-]th Interlude Company. After shooting at the US troops for a short period of time, he seemed to have the idea of ​​​​giving up the bunker and coming up, and approached them little by little.

"Increase the coverage of firepower, and we must not let them rush up. After General Smith's reinforcements arrive, it will be their death."

Wilson put down the binoculars in his hand, frowned and stared at the volunteers who had already killed not far away, biting his teeth with hatred.

Although he didn't think there would be any disadvantages in combat effectiveness in hand-to-hand combat with these volunteers, after all, in his mind, the physical fitness of the white race was objectively much better than that of the yellow race itself.

But now the American soldiers who have been demoralized by successive raids no longer have such a high will to fight at close quarters.

If there is another hand-to-hand battle and one or two percent of the troops die, the volunteers may be able to survive, but I am afraid that the entire defense line of the US military will collapse directly.

"Yes, sir!"

After the communications soldiers received the order, they immediately conveyed the general order to various positions.

Sensing the danger and murderous intent, the American soldiers did not dodge and shoot behind the bunker, and one after another increased the coverage of their firepower desperately.

It is better to suppress these volunteers now than to fight these demons in close combat with shining bayonets.

Yu Congrong and the others were pinned down in disgrace and unable to move, but they continued to approach the US military positions as soon as they found an opportunity.

"Oh, my god, why are these volunteers so persistent? Are they emissaries sent by Satan, or do we have any enmity with them? It's all dead."

A U.S. veteran with a submachine gun shot at the tiger's mouth, and cursed angrily. In his opinion, everyone is fighting for money, so why are you working so hard?

If Yu Congrong knew the thoughts of these US troops, he might feel aggrieved and want to cry directly. Whoever wants to be bald with hair is forced to do so.

"They all hid in the gun pits and kept their heads out, and greeted the US military with grenades."

"His grandma, if these American devils are still fighting after the grenade is blown up, we will rush up and fight with them."

Yu Congrong cursed loudly, rolled and hid in a cannon pit.

The steel helmet on his head was not only deflated just now, it was also blown into the sky by the shock wave of a rocket explosion, and his whole face was covered with gunpowder smoke and snow particles.

It's really not that he wants to go all out, he also wants to consume the vital forces of the US military safely, and wait for Wu Qianli to open up a little bit of situation before rushing up.

But it is embarrassing that the ammunition of the firepower platoon and the assault platoon has been exhausted.

If they continue to spend with the U.S. military with sufficient ammunition like this, after half an hour, they will become live targets for holding a handful of fire sticks and staring at the U.S. military in embarrassment.

"Didn't my mother tell you bastards to beat me less? Why don't you listen to others?"

Yu Congrong looked at Tieniu, a soldier in the fire platoon who was in the same gun pit with him, begging him for some bullets in embarrassment at the moment, and couldn't help cursing at him angrily.

"The platoon leader doesn't blame me. The American devil's gun is good, and the firepower is fierce, but if you shoot it casually, it will have more than a dozen bullets, and you can't stop it at all."

Fire platoon fighter Tieniu curled his lips a little helplessly, and sighed.

"His grandma's is enough. Didn't our company commander say that when we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins? Let's hit his mother with a grenade first!"

While talking, Yu Congrong opened his mouth wide and bit off the tabs of two grenades, and the smoking grenades were instantly thrown out by his powerful arms.

Other fire platoon and assault platoon fighters also took out grenades and threw them towards the US military positions.

Although most of the ammunition has been consumed, there are still plenty of grenades that have not played much role due to the distance.

Countless small black spots tore through the cold wind, and fell to the vicinity of the US military in beautiful arcs.

"shit!"

An American sergeant widened his eyes, picked up a grenade on the ground as quickly as possible, and wanted to throw it out of the position, but two or three more grenades hit him directly.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Countless grenade shrapnel, under the impact of the explosion of high explosives, splashed and tore apart the bodies of American soldiers. Many bloody corpses were lifted into the air and fell onto the scorched bunker.

Wilson watched the scene of countless grenades exploding on the ground, and frowned slightly, feeling a little distressed about the casualties of the US troops.

But he wasn't too worried. It was just another round of bombing to continue the charge. He believed that the US military's firepower could hold down the volunteers for the time being.

However, the battle situation did not go on as he had imagined. The volunteers seemed to lie still in place, throwing grenades at the US positions non-stop.

The continuous sound of explosions and the wailing of the wounded US soldiers seemed to compose a never-ending symphony, but it was also the voice of death in the ears of the US military.

"Oh, damn it, are the guns in their hands fire sticks? Just let the support troops blow them up like this?"

Wilson immediately realized that something was wrong. Generally speaking, when throwing grenades, you have to hug a small half of your body. Under the strafing of machine guns, it is impossible to form such a dense and unscrupulous throwing.

"Report sir, these volunteers are hiding in the crater formed by the previous shells and never come out."

"Our machine guns can only hit the snowdrifts in front of their pits, and not many bullets can cause casualties to them."

The adjutant next to Wilson said with a sad face that he had nothing to do with the rogue tactics of the Seventh Interlude Company.

"Bam—"

Wilson threw the binoculars in his hand to the ground angrily, gritted his teeth and watched the explosions on the ground, his heart was burning with anger.

"Blow it up like this, kill these American devils."

"It's no fun hiding in a shell like a tortoise. It would be great if we could blow them out and fight us properly."

Yu Congrong slammed the grenade in his hand and cursed loudly.

This method is thanks to the case that Wu Qianli told him before. He said that a regiment leader dug a tunnel and threw grenades into the devils' camp. Inspired, Yu Congrong adopted it flexibly.

However, there are still plenty of grenades, and the snow pits they are in are not infinite, and they can't stay for too long, or they will be buried.

Now Yu Congrong is betting on the collapse of the US military, or he can seize the opportunity to attack if he makes some hasty moves.

"Platoon leader, the US military positions seem to be moving. It seems that this battle is going to launch a counterattack against us."

Tieniu, a member of the fire platoon, stared blankly at the changes in the US military positions, and reminded Yu Congrong.

"Okay, the American Devils finally couldn't hold back, but I suspect that they should also just want to drive us out of this bunker and keep us far away from throwing grenades."

"Tell comrades, don't be too obsessed with fighting, and draw out the American devils a little bit, and then they will feel better, hahaha..."

Yu Congrong laughed while parting his frozen purple lips, and at the same time made a combat gesture to the soldiers of the [-]th Interlude Company behind him.

Yu Congrong's guess was correct. Wilson did not intend to fight immediately, but wanted to use the counter-charge to obliterate the advantageous combat position of the volunteers in front of him.

At the same time, I also wanted to use the counter charge to boost the morale of the beaten US military.

That's why Wilson personally led the team. Instead, the weapon he carried the most was not a light machine gun that could effectively harvest the battlefield, but a bazooka that could stop the counterattack momentum of the volunteers.

"call out--"

"call out--"

"boom!"

A dozen or so rockets flew out of the US military position with white exhaust. The dense explosion slowed down the momentum of the seventh interlude company throwing grenades.

Taking advantage of this short gap, the U.S. troops, who were no longer threatened by the explosion of grenades, rushed out of the bunker and rushed towards them while suppressing the soldiers of the Seventh Penetration Company in the artillery pit with intensive fire.

The soldiers of the Seventh Interlude Company, who had already received Yu Congrong's order, did not evacuate immediately, but used the submachine guns in their hands to slow down the speed of the US counterattack.

When the U.S. troops approached, they came out of the gun pits, pretended to be defeated, and retreated to the rear, dropping a lot of guns on the way.

Seeing this situation, Wilson was a little on guard at first, but when he thought that the U.S. military had an advantage in strength, but they were still being suppressed by the volunteers just now, he simply ordered to pursue the victory.

"Company commander, Yu Congrong has lured the American devils out, is it time now?"

Ping He looked at the U.S. troops who broke out of the position, his eyes lit up, and he clenched the guns in his hands.

"It's time, go up now and poke the American devil's ass off!"

Wu Qianli immediately picked up the Thomson submachine gun in his hand, and led the soldiers of the reconnaissance platoon to kill the empty US positions.

(End of this chapter)